FLICKERING SOULS
FLUIDS CHANGING THROUGH THE STIR
OF INSPIRATION
UNTIL WE MEET THE HEAT OF
SOCIETY
WE BEGIN TO HARDEN-HIDE-QUIT
OUR MASK
A SET EXPRESSION
OUR SOUL
A STREAM OF LAVA
SEETHING UNDER THE SURFACE
UNTIL ONE DAY
WE CRACK OPEN
OUR MASKS BRITTLE
AND WE BLEED
OH DARLING WE WILL BLEED
TEXTURE OF OUR BLOOD